Chapter 12 Chapter.09 2003 Summer Solstice Vortex Doomsday Light

There are always so many people at Beijing International Airport.People with blurred faces hurried on their itinerary.A look of tiredness and numbness.Mostly men in black suits and women in business suits.They are always the busiest group in the world. Fu Xiaosi and Lixia sat in the Starbucks directly opposite the international arrival exit.Fu Xiaosi kept raising his wrist to look at his watch, and there were three minutes, three o'clock, three forty, three fifty-seven, and Fu Xiaosi became more and more restless. Lixia teased him from time to time beside him, saying that it felt like welcoming a long-lost lover, which made him almost jealous.

Fu Xiaosi raised his head and stared at Li Xia many times, but his eyes were still foggy, which hadn't changed for so many years. Li Xia looked at Fu Xiaosi, and began to recall his high school days in his heart.Whether it was Lu Zhiang who was like a wild child in the first year of high school, or him who became more and more silent after that, the memories are all so clear.At the very beginning, it was Lu Zhiang who brought him into Fu Xiaosi's world, and his life started a completely different journey from then on.Afterwards, no one thought that fate would make Lu Zhiang leave Fu Xiaosi's world, leaving only himself.Many times Li Xia felt that Lu Zhiang was a bit cruel, because everyone could see Fu Xiaosi's changes after Lu Zhiang left.He who doesn't like to talk has become even more taciturn, and it's rare for him to see a smile because of his expressionless face. Even when he hears any news about Japan, he will unconsciously slow down and pay attention. Walking on the street, he would stop and raise his head to look at the electronic screen on the outer wall of the building, or in a very high place, whether it was on a skyscraper or a tall mountain peak, he would stare eastward in a daze.And now, Lu Zhiang, who had been away for so many years, finally returned to this world, Li Xia thought, what kind of mood should Xiao Si feel?

Will it be like when I came to Beijing when I was enrolled in university, I saw Yu Yu again and cried? Li Xia, who was remembering, suddenly saw the rapidly changing expression on Xiao Si's face and a pair of eyes as clear as stars. Li Xia followed his gaze and saw Lu Zhiang, who was wearing a dark suit, coming out of the customs clearance. On the plane, Lu Zhiang kept chatting with a child sitting next to him. It was a little Chinese boy who had returned from a trip to Japan.Because Lu Zhiang didn't speak Chinese for a long time, he chatted with him very vigorously. When I got off the plane, I was surrounded by almost all Chinese-speaking people, shuttling back and forth. That kind of feeling cannot be felt in the crowded streets of Tokyo anyway.

After picking up the luggage at the luggage claim area, he walked out from the passageway, raised his head, and saw Li Xia waving his hands in front of him, and Fu Xiaosi standing quietly beside Li Xia with a blank expression. When the car got out of the airport, Lu Zhiang looked at the bustling streets of Beijing and the dazzling summer sun very freshly. "By the way," Fu Xiaosi asked him, "Have you returned to China to contact work?" "Well, I've already found it." "So fast?" Fu Xiaosi couldn't believe it. Lu Zhiang grinned and said "Oh" as if he suddenly remembered something, then took out a business card from his bag and handed it to Fu Xiaosi.

Fu Xiaosi gave him a blank look, but didn't answer, and said, "I don't know Japanese, so I can't understand it even if you give it to me." It was Lixia who took it, but after a glance, she screamed like seeing a ghost, which startled Fu Xiaosi next to her. "What's your name?" Fu Xiaosi rubbed his humming ears, and said angrily, "There is no Japanese Prime Minister Lu Zhiang printed on the business card." "No...it's..." Li Xia stammered a bit, so he handed the business card to Fu Xiaosi, "You...see it yourself." Fu Xiaosi took it over full of doubts, but after taking a look at his mouth, he couldn't close it anymore.He raised his head and looked at Lu Zhiang with a face full of stinky farts, and then looked at the business card in his hand, making sure he read it right, it was printed in Chinese:

Litong Media, Deputy Manager of Publicity and Marketing Department, Lu Zhiang. "What kind of plane are you doing..." Fu Xiaosi still didn't understand. Lu Zhiang sighed, and said: "I have already contacted them before returning to China, and sent all the resumes and so on. It happens that a Chinese teacher in our school has some friendship with Litong Media. I know this It's the company you work for, and they treat you well, so I decided to come. This business card is a sample they sent me." After finishing speaking, he continued to look at the scenery outside the car window, and the trees along the road retreated rapidly.The carriage was quiet for a few minutes, then Lu Zhiang said slowly: "Xiao Si, when I was in high school, I said that one day we must fight the world side by side and start a business together, do you still remember?"

Do you remember?Of course I do. The unspoken words are: I remember all the words you once said. The car drove directly back to Litong Media Building. Lixia called a bar they frequented to book the biggest private room, and then called Yuchai Qiqi, the two girls screamed on the phone, shouting loudly: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh is this scourge) I'm finally back!! I'll kill you at night!" Lixia was called upstairs by the company's phone, Fu Xiaosi said that he would take a shower first, and then went into the bedroom.

Sitting in the studio, Lu Zhiang looked at the messy things around him, picked up the original paintings scattered on the floor, and couldn't help but admire Xiao Si's painting progress again. I played with Xiaosi's computer for a while when I was bored. There was a folder on the desktop called "Xiao Ang's Letter". When I opened it, it turned out that Xiaosi had organized every email he had written back into a document, pressing it one by one. The dates are lined up.Lu Zhiang opened them one by one, and he had forgotten many contents, but Xiao Si kept them all, even "It rained heavily in Tokyo today, I just stayed in the room all day and had nothing to do". down.All the words in those letters came back to life, bringing back the cherry blossoms and falling snow in Tokyo, and bringing back four years in Tokyo.

Lu Zhiang put his feet up on the table, crossed his hands behind his head, listening to the sound of water splashing when Fu Xiaosi took a shower in the room, a bright smile appeared on his mouth, like the transparent sunshine in summer. Well, great, I'm back. I don't know how much I drank. The air conditioner is fully turned on, and the cool wind blows fine particles on the skin.Large and small wine bottles are placed on the coffee table.Some stood upright and some staggered.There was also a lot of wine spilled on the table, dripping along the edge of the table and hitting the ground to form a puddle of water.The windows cut off the scorching heat outside, as well as the constant hustle and bustle.

Fortunately, I drank less tonight.Xiao Siyu and Qiqi were already drunk and staggered on the sofa. Li Xia leaned on the back of the sofa, looking at these friends in front of him, his eyes were slightly swollen. Lu Zhiang took off his coat and put it on the sleeping Fu Xiaosi, gently supported Xiaosi's head with his hand, then took a sofa cushion and put it under his neck.Looking back at Li Xia, he whispered, "Hey, are you okay?" "Well, I'm fine, but..." His throat was choked up, and the voice came out intermittently from his chest, "I feel like crying."

Before finishing speaking, two lines of tears flowed down. "Hey, Zhiang, are you asleep?" "Not yet." "Do you want to cry?" "Ha, in fact, I have cried quietly before you. It's just that you didn't notice." "Me too. I haven't been this happy for a long time. I think Xiaosi is too. I haven't seen him making a fuss like a child for many years, drinking heavily, squinting his eyes with a smile, showing neat Teeth. I have seen too much of his perfect standard smile during announcements, but his real smile from the heart in life has become so blurred in my memory.” "Well, it has been four years. When I was in Japan, I would miss you very much on special days, such as the Spring Festival, Xiao Si's birthday, or school celebrations. Because when I grow up, I won't I've been crying and fussing casually like before, so I can only hide my emotions, I just want to finish my studies quickly, and then return to the previous world... These past few years, Xiao Si must have been very hard, right?" "It's very... hard. You don't know it when you are abroad. Every time I see Xiao Si who works so hard, I feel like crying." "Fart. You think I don't go online, and I also search for news about Xiaosi every day, watching him step by step from an unknown little painter to a popular and fashionable author of best-selling albums. Such good ones are only some famous painters in Japan. In the mainland, there are really few. People in the world always think that other people’s status or achievements are obtained by fluke, but in my heart, everyone who stands up People who are taller than others must have endured more pain and worked harder than others." "Yes, in the eyes of everyone, Xiao Si is a lucky guy with smooth sailing, a successful career, and countless people pursuing him. But in my eyes, he is a person who has worked harder than anyone else. Too many grievances, troubles, calculations, He endured it." "……Is it……" "Well. When you have a fever, you also need to sit on the stage with a strong smile and sign the sales. It takes two or three hours to sign. When there are many announcements, there is no time to eat. I can only bite two bites of bread in the car from one place to another. Drink some pure water. I can't understand that he is outstanding among his peers. He always makes up news about him, spreads rumors, and slanders. Sometimes the signing scene can't be controlled, and the bookstore will forcibly suspend it, but readers don't know why. So I thought that Xiao Si was playing big cards, and sometimes he would rush to him with Xiao Si's book and tear it up in front of his face. At this time, Xiao Si usually didn't say anything, just picked up the book, and then bowed his head Going backstage...in short...a lot of grievances, he doesn't talk about it very much, when he is on many announcements or programs, he just likes to talk about the happy and fun things in life..." "He has really grown up. When I left, I was still wondering when Xiao Si could become brave and strong. Because when we were together before, although he looked calm, in fact It’s just that he has a cold appearance, but his heart is as soft as a baby. So I was really worried that he would suffer a lot of harm in society. Now it seems that he is much stronger than I thought.” "Those people who are jealous of Xiao Si always say that he was packaged by others, that he was lucky, and that his things are worthless, but I can swear to God, Xiao Si is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. People who work hard. Those half-red and half-red painters who make sarcastic remarks, deserve no one to like them!" "Ha, your temper still hasn't changed, you brat." Li Xia didn't know when he fell asleep. Lu Zhiang stood in front of the window, opened the window slightly, and the sultry air outside rushed in violently. Close the windows.Looking back at the people sleeping on the sofa, Lixia, Qiqi, Yuyu, and Xiaosi who grew up with him, there are countless unspeakable emotions in his heart.These emotions are brewing and fermenting slightly in the hot summer air, and then spread to more distant places. In the darkness of the room, everyone's breathing became slow and heavy.Everyone has everyone's dreams.In the dream, crying, laughing, or silent. Lu Zhiang sat down beside Xiao Si's head, stretched out his hand to help him straighten his messy hair.I feel that Xiao Si is like his younger brother.In the dream, Fu Xiaosi turned over and uttered some dreams in a vague way, one of which Lu Zhiang heard clearly was "I thought you weren't coming back". Lu Zhiang's heart sank panicked into the unfathomable night, with a slightly surging feeling of sadness. Waking up by an inexplicable sound in the morning, Li Xia opened his eyes and saw the phone vibrating on the ground, picked it up and saw that it was a call from the company's upper management, and hurriedly picked it up. "Hi, I'm Lixia." "Where is Fu Xiaosi?" "Stay with me. What's the matter?" "It's not clear on the phone. The two of you will go back to the studio right away. You'll know when you get back." After hanging up the phone, Li Xia's heart began to beat wildly for no reason, and the tone of the company on the phone sounded as if something bad had happened.But what could be wrong?Have no idea.So he woke up Fu Xiaosi, and told the bar owner to wait for Yuyu and Qiqi to wake up and call a car to take them back home. On the way, Fu Xiaosi continued to sleep on Lu Zhiang's shoulder, but Li Xia's fidgeting expression made Lu Zhiang feel a little bit. "What's the matter?" Lu Zhiang asked. "I don't know, I didn't make it clear on the phone." "I don't know if you're still worried." "It's because I don't know that I'm worried." Li Xia's voice sounded like he was about to cry.A trace of fear also flashed across Lu Zhiang's heart.Looking down at Fu Xiaosi on his shoulder, his sleeping face was extremely calm. There are three people sitting in the studio.All three are at the top of the company.It can be seen that everyone's complexion is not very good.Li Xia felt it when he walked into the studio. Aron, who is directly in charge of the studio, pointed to the table. Li Xia looked along and saw a stack of thick newspapers. The front page of the top newspaper was a large portrait of Fu Xiaosi.Li Xia looked again and saw the big headline on the front page. At that moment, it was like five thunderbolts, and countless muffled thunders suddenly rolled in his heart: ——Famous painter Fu Xiaosi's best-selling album "The Kingdom of Burning Flowers" is suspected of plagiarism!Plaintiff Feng Xiaoyi sued recently! The newspaper in his hand slipped and fell to the ground without making a sound. Fu Xiaosi came over to pick up the newspaper and read it expressionlessly. After reading the article line by line, Fu Xiaosi suddenly remembered the phone call he answered the day before Lu Zhiang came back. The phone call I answered that day had a lot to do with it, but all my answers were tampered with or cleverly spliced ​​into other places: May I ask if you have seen "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" before painting "The Kingdom of Burning Flowers"? I’ve seen it, I read it on the Internet a year ago, because I wanted to paint “The Kingdom of Burning Flowers”. So, did reading "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" have any impact on you? I think it's nice and beautiful, and that's the style I want. Compared to you, the author of "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" should be much less famous than you, and almost no one knows about her. Yeah, that's why I'm going to use her style, because very few people have seen her paintings. That is to say, you are copying her painting style in painting? Well, it should be, like when we started learning art when we were young, we had to copy a lot of teacher's paintings, even now we have to keep borrowing other people's things, otherwise we won't be able to draw. Did you know that the author of "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" is now suing you for plagiarizing her painting "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain"?Do you want to contact her to settle this matter privately? Oh no?Then I will contact her privately. Fu Xiaosi was lying on the bed in the bedroom.In the outside room, Li Xia and several high-level executives of the company were discussing something, and vague human voices came through the door of the room. The ceiling doesn't seem to have been cleaned in a while, it feels like it's covered in dust and it tends to fall off.Otherwise, why are the eyes so uncomfortable? It seems that after a long time, the outside gradually quieted down.Everyone in the company should have left. knocking.The ones who came in were Li Xia and Lu Zhiang. Li Xia looked at Fu Xiaosi who was lying on the bed, and didn't know what to say, but felt his chest swell.She remembered that when Fu Xiaosi was scolded for only drawing trash that little girls liked, he just lay on the bed for a whole day without eating or drinking water. "The company told you not to be affected by this matter, and prepare well for the release ceremony of the third album of "Island" in Wuhan." Li Xia whispered, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible, not wanting Xiao Si Hear the sadness in his own voice. "Yeah." A simple word.Can't hear any emotion.Still looking at the ceiling, did not move. Lu Zhiang waved his hand, signaling Lixia to go out first.Because he was about to cry seeing Li Xia's appearance.Li Xia covered her mouth and tried not to make a sound, then carefully closed the door. Lu Zhiang lay down next to Fu Xiaosi, and watched the ceiling silently with him.Time covered the body like flowing water, and even the ticking sound in the air could be heard.And the sun outside the window finally rose, piercing through thousands of tiny clouds and shooting out dazzling rays of light. When he closed his eyes slightly under the light, Lu Zhiang heard Xiao Si beside him say slowly and slightly choked up: "Look at the sky outside, it's so blue and so high, I'm thinking, this summer is almost over again. Xiao Ang, do you know that when every summer ends, I feel very sad." I. will be. feel special.sad. The studio phone rang non-stop for the next few days.After Li Xia answered the phone, he couldn't help but get angry on the phone, "I said I have nothing to say, so why ask! You are sick!" The gate of the company was crowded with many reporters every day, they were waiting at the gate, trying to interview Fu Xiaosi. Looking down from the window, Fu Xiaosi could see that the entrance of the building was always crowded with people holding microphones and machines.Fu Xiaosi closed the curtains, returned to the drawing board and continued drawing.But the mood is irritable, and I can't always adjust the color I want.After half an hour of tuning, it was tuned out, and when I wrote it down, it made a mess. Putting down the paintbrush and going online, I saw a few friends who used to paint together on MSN, because I was too outstanding in the industry, so my relationship with them became very weak, and one of them chatted on some occasions A few times, feeling okay, Xiao Si pretended to type a line easily: Hey, it's so annoying, I can't draw it, it's really hard work. A very simple strike up, the purpose is to pass the time, hoping to get rid of the bad mood.But the reply I received was: Yes, no one has copied it for you now, so of course you can’t draw it. At that moment, Fu Xiaosi was completely blank in front of the computer.What is this?Three days ago, this person was still desperately begging himself to help in a low voice, and put some of his paintings in the "Island" series of paintings. Fu Xiaosi didn't say much, just turned off MSN calmly. Li Xia brought over a stack of documents, which were the details of the opening ceremony that were faxed from Wuhan. "Xiao Si, do you want to take a look first..." "Well, you can put it on the table." Fu Xiaosi got up and walked to the sofa, lay down, closed his eyes, and couldn't see any emotions. Li Xia put the documents on the table, then walked over and sat down on the sofa.Fu Xiaosi raised his head and put it on Lixia's lap. "Lixia," Fu Xiaosi turned his lower body slightly, looking at Lixia's face, "When will we go back to Asakawa No. 1 Middle School together, I really want to see those camphor trees. I don't know if there are any of them after we left. become more lush..." "it is good……" the time passes so fast.In the past, Li Xia felt that those poets and singers were always moaning without illness, and they sang songs lamenting that time is like flowing water all day long, and time flies like an arrow.But now, Li Xia really fully understands that rapid flow. It seems that in a blink of an eye, the whole summer flapped its wings and flew away, and the autumn that followed disappeared in an instant.The first snow fell in Beijing in December.Winter has begun again. And these half a year should be extremely long. There is an endless stream of people insulting and cursing Fu Xiaosi on the Internet.Those unpopular painters who used to scold Fu Xiaosi’s commercial works as vulgar and unmasculine, after getting tired of the previous arguments, now finally found a fresh topic and pestered plagiarism all day long. It seemed that Fu Xiaosi had taken all All the published paintings of the awards, as well as the efforts from childhood to adulthood, are all bullshit.There are even some absurd remarks such as "I wonder why his paintings sell so well, so they are plagiarized", Lixia sometimes hears those reporters' words and wants to shout whether they have any brains.If it's two of the same collection of paintings, why do they have to be copied before they become popular? But this is also impossible.Just like what Lu Zhiang said to Li Xia, Feng Xiaoyi will benefit no matter what the result is.Li Xia knew that what Lu Zhiang said was the truth, he just couldn't swallow this breath in his heart, but what if he couldn't swallow it?It can only be cursed countless times secretly. The phone in the studio has never stopped, and readers and reporters make countless calls every day. Every time Li Xia asks them to look through two books by themselves, and then ask if there is any problem of plagiarism, but when he thinks about it Didn't it just happen to make "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" a big hit?So quickly add, don't look at it!As a result, news came out in the newspaper the next day: Fu Xiaosi was guilty and stopped others from watching "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain", but he still couldn't stop the popularity of good works. "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" topped the sales list, ranking tenth. The words in those newspapers, like daggers, pierced into the eyes, and tears flowed. Those tears flowed between the fingers and evaporated, leaving tiny white salt. Half a year later, Fu Xiaosi went from being angry at the beginning, to being depressed later, to being sad later, and finally he completely changed into the same way he was when he was a freshman in high school. Go back to the age of sixteen when it was full of camphor.Become that Fu Xiaosi who doesn't like to talk, doesn't like to laugh, has no expression, lives alone in his own world.The fog descended on the eyes again, thicker and thicker, until it blocked all the roads leading to the inner world. Get up every morning, ride a bicycle with Lu Zhiang to the forest park with a drawing board on your back, find a place to draw in the shadow of tall trees, return to the studio at sunset, and scan the paintings during the day to the computer for revision .No longer accept any announcements, no longer attend any signings.It was as if the whole thing had disappeared out of everyone's sight. Lixia is handling all the affairs of the studio, and the lawsuit is also handled by lawyers.After reading the two art collections, the lawyer said, "It must be fine, don't worry, the law will give everyone justice." Li Xia nodded and said, "Yes." At that moment, Li Xia felt sad like a sponge filled with water, and it would overflow when touched. In fact, Lu Zhiang often thinks in his heart, how can the present day be so similar to high school, is God making up for the years of separation?Or in Xiao Si's world, he is doomed to be alone, he does not belong to this busy and vulgar world. Draw pictures together, eat together every day, walk around the street together in casual clothes, wear sunglasses and pull down the hat, so no one will recognize you, occasionally a high school girl will secretly look at you when she walks by. Occasionally, I and Xiao Si would hear the conversations of some young girls: "Look at those two men, they look great." "...Ouch... You even like this kind of old man...Have a little taste, don't you!" "Hmph, I know, in your eyes, only Qiao Suguang from class seven of the third year is good-looking! He is the only good-looking boy in the world! Are you satisfied?" "Aren't you the same, when you saw Chen Guo from class 7 of the third year, you turned into a beautiful tomato girl, so you have the nerve to call me that." ... Those familiar conversations, with the familiar taste of many years ago, floated by my side.Except that Lu Zhiang was slightly overwhelmed by the phrase "old man", for other words, it felt like going back in time.During those days in Asakawa No. 1 Middle School, I and Xiao Si walked in the eyes of countless girls.In their hearts, the two boys are legends. "I don't know where all the girls who liked me went." Drinking Coke, sitting on the railing by the side of the road in a suit, after so many years, Lu Zhiang still couldn't get rid of the habit of that little gangster, "Now China is so lonely." "Go to the vegetable market and have a look. Those Aunt Wang and Aunt Shen who bought cabbage and radishes and went home to take care of their husbands were very infatuated with you back then." Fu Xiaosi still had the same cold mocking tone as before, looking back Lu Zhiang who didn’t know when he sat on the railing almost spit out the Coke, “Come down! Next time you want to sit down, change into a pair of jeans for me and go out again! What does it look like to sit on the railing in a suit? you!" Reach out and pull it down. "What, do you want to fight?" "Tch." Fu Xiaosi rolled his eyes most often. "Hey, Xiao Si, you are getting old. You have lost your vitality. You have to keep up with my rhythm and stay young forever!" "Aren't you an Aquarius? You're almost half a year older than me, you twenty-three-year-old man!" "You say I'm old? I want to call the police!" "Think carefully before calling the police, I won't bring you food." "You... ok, I can't say enough about you. It's been like this since I was a child. If you talk about it again, I'll cry in the street. If you have the ability, you can talk about it. Keep talking." "..." It was already winter in a blink of an eye.Thick snow fell all over the city of Beijing.All the trees, houses, and flower beds along the street were all covered in white snow. It's already 2003.How time flies. Li Xia recalled the past half a year.All sad things, happy things, all surfaced.Happy things... It seems that I can't find happy things yet.Sad things happened one after another. Many times I feel so sad that I want to cry, but Xiao Si doesn't seem to feel it at all.But Li Xia knew, how could he not feel it.It should be kept in the deepest part of my heart, I don’t want to tell others. Even if I saw "The Kingdom of Burning Flowers" and the new version of "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" put together in the bookstore that day, and there was a girdle on the new book, which read "The famous painter Fu Xiaosi made a name for himself by plagiarizing this painting. The painting collection "The Kingdom of Burning Flowers" completely copied the painting collection, you have to believe it, you will know..." At that time, Xiao Si also picked up the book without saying anything, put it down again, and walked out with his head down. bookstore. And surrounded by a raging crowd, and those words that penetrated the eardrums through the gap between people: "Ah? How is it possible? Xiao Si's painting collection is plagiarized from this bad book?" "You are sick. I think Fu Xiaosi is the one who died. Don't be obsessed with it..." "But, I don't believe Xiao Si is such a person." "There's something wrong with you. If you don't believe me, buy it and read those two books." "Okay... I'll buy it." These are the little things in life.None of this would make Xiao Si sad.In many cases, it was Fu Xiaosi who comforted Li Xia.He always told Lixia very gently that these things are not worth getting angry about.Li Xia raised his head to look at Fu Xiaosi's foggy eyes. The eyes that he had always teased as cataracts before were very gentle now. Every time Li Xia saw Xiao Si's eyes, Li Xia would cry a lot.As for Fu Xiaosi, he always stretched out his arms and hugged Lixia quietly. The only ones who can make Fu Xiaosi sad are those who have always supported him but are now mocking him.Every time Li Xia thinks of these things, he feels sad emotions flooding up like a tide, and often times he even wants to slap those superficial people and tell them that people like you don't deserve to like him. Lixia often thinks of the Wuhan new book release conference for the third album of "Island" held in the past autumn.I spent a lot of hard work on that press conference, Xiao Si spent a lot of hard work, drawing new posters for the press conference, and even asked Qiqi to squeeze out rare time from countless announcements to go to Wuhan to sing and do a special The guests even went to Encounter, and there was a live band to accompany Encounter, singing a song that shocked the audience.Lixia also went to Wuhan two days in advance to supervise the completion of all the processes, and asked the planning unit there to make a large white canvas, which was placed at the new book launch site and provided to all Li Xia always hoped that Xiaosi would be happier and stronger to face the long time ahead when he saw the support of those readers. I brought the heavy canvas back from Wuhan, and even got into a little dispute with the flight attendant on the plane over the huge canvas. Back at the studio, Yuen and Lixia were already exhausted, Yuyu lay on the sofa panting, and said to Lixia: "Okay, Lixia, you remember how to repay me, treat me like a coolie, you are capable... ..." The unfinished words were broken in the air, because the whole studio seemed to be suddenly immersed in the deep sea, there was no sound at all, and just now he was complaining that his hands were about to be broken and Fu Xiao who had been thanking him all the time There was no sound at all, and everyone seemed to retreat to a distant place quietly.Yuyu raised her head and saw the motionless backs of Lixia and Fu Xiaosi, and even saw Lixia's shoulders twitching slightly. She stood up from the sofa and walked over to look at the canvas spread out on the ground. Among the words "Xiao Si, we will always support you", there are countless bright red characters: Fu Xiaosi, you piece of shit can only plagiarize. Those who plagiarize go home and don't come to pollute Wuhan. I used to like you, but now you are completely commercialized, you are no longer the simple Fu Xiaosi in my mind.I hate you. Hahahaha silly B. If you can't draw it, find a singer to support the scene, dirty!Cheng Qiqi, don't be with such rubbish! ... Those bright red characters seemed to be bleeding from the heart, Fu Xiaosi stared blankly, forgot to be sad, and forgot to speak.Beside him was Lixia who covered his mouth and lowered his head, weeping uncontrollably. His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles cracked, his face was pale, and Yu met a choked voice cursing "Fuck" word by word. Yu Yu dragged the canvas out, because it was too heavy and could only be dragged on the ground.All that anger turned into strength in his hands, and tears gradually welled up in his eyes.Like going crazy, under the watchful eyes of countless employees of the company, Yu met dragged the canvas through a long corridor, dragged it to the garbage room next to the warehouse, and kicked it hard. Li Xia bit his lip when Yu Yu's exceptionally loud sentence "Those who commit crimes will die a good death" came from the end of the corridor with a crying voice.Bitter blood flowed into his mouth. It is the bitterest and bitterest bitter taste. Outside the window is late autumn when the sky is escaping.The cold is not far away.